My Friend Tree
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
Poet's Work
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk and condense No layoffs from this condensery
Poems
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Lorine Niedecker - 1903-1970
When Ecstasy is Inconvenient
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight's end or flight's beginning for the resting gull? Heart, be still. Say there is money but it rusted; say the time of moon is not right for escape. It's the color in the lower sky too broadly suffused, or the wind in my tie. Know amazedly how often one takes his madness into his own hands and keeps it.
In the great snowfall before the bomb
In the great snowfall before the bomb colored yule tree lights windows, the only glow for contemplation along this road I worked the print shop right down among em the folk from whom all poetry flows and dreadfully much else. I was Blondie I carried my bundles of hog feeder price lists down by Larry the Lug, I'd never get anywhere because I'd never had suction, pull, you know, favor, drag, well-oiled protection. I heard their rehashed radio barbs— more barbarous among hirelings as higher-ups grow more corrupt. But what vitality! The women hold jobs— clean house, cook, raise children, bowl and go to church. What would they say if they knew I sit for two months on six lines of poetry?